Chapter 9Bang on eight o'clock on Tuesday morning, she tapped in the number, but had to wait in a queue before eventually getting through. She got lucky with an appointment.
'Nine o'clock,' she told him.
'I'll come with you,' he said.
'I'll be fine, John. I don't need wet nursing.'
'But …'
'No, John. I won't hear of it for such a trivial matter. So long as you're here for me when I need you.'
'That goes without saying. Well, can't I at least drive you there?'
'I can drive there myself. I'm not an invalid.' Her anxiety went up a notch. He was doing the same thing again, driving her mad.
'All right, I can tell when I'm not wanted.' He walked to the kitchen – to make breakfast, she guessed. Thank God he hadn't offered to do hers as well.
At the allotted time, she put on her coat.
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